Rorschach’s fingers are nimble as they push the needle in, out, in, out. The slice from the topknot’s knife cinches shut easily, skin pulling together with each gentle tug of thread, blood bubbling up here and there to slowly trickle down his freckled leg. He was stupid; dodged right when he should have ducked left. The result is the six inch wound
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Yeah while I was writing this I randomly remembered reading that quote and realized it would fit really well with what I was trying to get across.
Thanks!
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(I shall use this as inspiration for a "make Rorschach happy fertheluvvagawd" fic to make myself feel better... )
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Yes! For the love of god, make the man happy for once!
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